These frittata cups are pretty straightforward, but take some time, and you have to have a muffin tin. That means you have to spend time searching for your muffin tin. Right now, you’re asking yourself, “Do I even own a muffin tin?”

If you’re anything like me, you obsess over your hair at all hours. You have a large wooden box on your toilet tank stocked with gels, mousse, shine spray, molding clay, pomade, clippers and step by step instructions from the Evergreen Beauty College on how to master the “Epic Slick Back.” You run your fingers through your hair at every red light in case it shifted while you were coming to a stop. You routinely ask your boyfriend “How does my hair look?” and he says, “Who cares? We’re at Dennys.” You use your thumb to cover your hair in photos just to re-assure yourself you’ll be one of those lucky guys who still looks “smokin” when bald. Then you take the picture to your therapist and make sure he agrees out loud, before signing the check.

Gary

That's when I started this blog. My goals were to record my progress, and to meet other people who like spinning a knife around in the kitchen.

You can read that very first post from 2009 right here. The photo of the chicken in the pan is still a favorite.

I also like to paint, the results of which you'll also see here.

I read, travel, paddle through life with my significant other, and anxiously await the need next expressed by MysteryCat. I'll need to take care of that immediately.

I used to drink alcohol. I don't anymore, but the drinks I loved when I did, and how to make them, are here. My favorite drink was a vodka martini, and I made a mean one. I "brain grenaded" many friends at dinner parties.